Ariyasu

The faint chime of resonating crystal was Ariyasu’s first memory, a sound that meant safety within their teacher’s workshop. They spent their youth learning the precise art of cataloging magical stones, their fingers tracing runes on cool, humming surfaces. Then came the night of shattered windows and the acrid smell of forbidden magic. Imperial agents stormed the lab, and Ariyasu escaped with only their master’s most dangerous research. Forced into the shadows, they traded their scholar’s robes for a mask and a new identity, learning that information was a currency more valuable than any gem. These days, in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, Ariyasu is a respected merchant in a neat shirt and tie, their guiding lanterns a welcome sight. Few ever guess what secrets are traded after the legitimate business is done.